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Guzzling the rot gut
Binging on the putrefied swill
Total fking mind rot
Blind drunk and Im dying to kill
So fking loaded I cant get off the floor
Three sheets are to the wind and Im going for four
Im a total wreck, gotta lay off the booze
And on top of that, I cant find my shoes
But what can you do?
Gutbucket Blues!!!
Waking in a cold sweat
Feels like I need a new brain
Overdid the Rot Gut
And now Im in incredible pain
Retching up the effluvial brews
Cursing my existence through a river of spew
Fishy smelling bile to recycle and use
And I could really use a drink when Im through
But what can you do?
Gutbucket Blues!!!